Always Awake To The Smell Of The Coffee
In the dark
the stars
Find no
cover and must shine
Between
their light and my eyes, this
Car window,
smudged with old rain
Here I sit
Settled in
the passenger seat
Tipping
espresso from the worn pink flask
In the dark
the trick is
To stick
your thumb just inside the cup:
When the
thumb is hot, stop pouring.
Drink up,
think of
Rain
smudge: what it could
Represent.
Gorgeous photos and the poem that accompanies is well written. Full of imagery. Excellent post!
ReplyDeleteAnd through the rain smudged car window, I see a hope beyond the blur. With that, I shall now have one more cup of coffee and try to get some sleep.
ReplyDeleteA provocative posting that makes one wake up and smell the coffee.
Peace be with you.
Gary
Thank you folks :-)
ReplyDeleteHope beyond the blur :-)